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Saturday, April 29, 2017

Camp NaNo April ~ Week #4

The good news? I won Camp NaNo. The bad news? War Tears is rebelling and still growing and like HELP SOMEONE PLEASE.

Day Twenty-Two // Saturday // 2,800 words

Saturday I didn't do much but lounge around and eat soft foods and write a lot. So yeah... #thispostislamealready

But can I JUST say I am so thrilled with that perfectly even number?!

Day Twenty-Three // Sunday // 388 words

Heh. Not so good. I spent most of my 'spare time' chatting with people and browsing Pinterest.

-- Pinterest

Day Twenty-Four // Monday // 2,670 words

Again, I...don't even know what I did. I wrote a lot, apparently? And that night I sat on the couch and wrote words and ate strawberry pudding and laughed really hard and that's basically all I remember about Monday.

Day Twenty-Five // Tuesday // 2,761 words

I warred a ton. I went to the library and people watched (so fun. People were almost tripping over stools and asking weird questions). I went to Bible study. I warred some more. And I stayed up until 12:23 AM.

I spent the morning catching up on homework and then like wrote a lot and...

I WON CAMP NANO AT LIKE 11:47 PM AND HAD TO GET UP EARLY-ISH FOR CLASS THE NEXT MORNING. *dies because I'm so stupid to do this to myself* ALSO WT IS REBELLING AND WAS NOW OVER 121k AND STILL GROWING LIKE WUT. *pants*

Day Twenty-Eight // Friday //

Class, reading, writing, eating. Just the norm.

I also hit the second climax of my story if that's even possible. Like, it's all downhill from here to the end. Lots of drama and hurt and pain and happiness. :P But, eeeepps, I'm getting close to the finish!! :D :D

// Snippets //

He felt the impact as the bullets slammed into his right leg and shoulder, an explosion of pain throughout his entire being. As he crumpled to the ground his surroundings spun madly around him, whirling into darkness.

~*~

Sacrifice… Mr. George's words came back to her.

Though she wanted to cry out that she couldn't, that this was too soon, that it hurt too bad still…Bethany knew that to do this would be to do right. To follow God’s leading.

Tears trickled down her face. On the deserted street, she lifted her face to the breeze. Wisps of hair, tickled by the wind, blew into her face and caught in the rivulets of moisture.

~*~

Erin glanced her way, questions in her eyes as she smiled. “What about Bethany?”

Mrs. Lyroy beamed. “Oh, I was hoping someone would suggest her. Such a kind dear, and she would be so good at it too. What do you say?”

Bethany flattened a sweaty palm on her lap, needing to answer. This was her chance. “Well, I've never been…in charge of anything like this before, but…I would love to help out in anyway I can.”

“It's settled them,” Gladys exclaimed, clapping her hands and causing Bethany to jump. “Our new coordinator will let us know details of the drive at the ladies circle meeting on Thursday afternoon. Is that okay with you, dear?”

Bethany smiled and nodded. “Sounds lovely,” she said, although she had no idea what was even going on here. What have I gotten myself into?

How is Camp/April going for you lovelies?? :D

*scrambles away to write because I'm still in a crazy hurry to finish this baby*

Congratulations on winning Camp NaNo, Faith!!! :D I'm glad that it went well for you! I have a question, so I've seen other people say that when they are done with Camp NaNo that they won it too. So, if you finish it does that mean you win it? :)

Thank you so much, Rebekah!! :D Yep, that's pretty much what it means. :) I've heard some people call it 'winning' when you finish whatever project you're working on, but for me winning/finishing is when I hit my word count goal. And that's how you get your 'Camp NaNo winner' certificate. ;) Hope that was helpful! :D

About Me.

Saved by God's grace, I'm a teenage writer and homeschooled PK, living with my family and beloved yellow labs in the southeastern US. When I'm not writing stories, consuming large amounts of coffee, reading stacks of books, or creating wheel-thrown pottery, I can be found laughing harder than is healthy, daydreaming, and – of course – blowing dandelions.